lol @ casper - you poor thing! I can' just imagine you spilling the paint, because that is something I'd do too! lol
BB, I was "Mortified" to say the least... we plan to tell her about it at Christmas dinner...
Sending supporting thoughts for you and your dog...
Dear Journal,
Today has been so hard emotionally,
On the one hand, I am so Proud I could pop, on the other, I am screaming inside.
Today my baby Brother became a "Policeman".
Mostly, he will be working to rid the seedy part of our city of drug dealers. I worry so much for his safety. Something I have done most of his life, he is real "go getter".
First he became a dirt track race car driver. Not just a regular type of car, but one of the elite cars known as Late Models. He has raced against Tony Stewart at our local track. He as been in several major wrecks, broken bones, knocked out, etc.
I watched, worried, and I prayed for his safety thru 20 years of racing.
Then he became a Fireman. He is the type of person that the "Furies Of Hell" could not stop if a person or esp. a child were inside a raging inferno. He would be the first in no matter what.
I hear the fire sirens and I worry and pray for his safety. (I have no idea whom I am praying to)
Today, my heart is hurting. We have always been there for each other. He too, lost his first wife in death, a car accident. He was there for me when I was widowed twice. We have been thru it all together.
I want to be happy for him... but today, all I do is cry.
He tells me "Someone has to do it"... which is true. He says he is doing it for the children... which I believe.
I know every Fireman and Policeman are some one's Son, Brother, Father or Husband...but dammit... He's mine.
I wish I knew who to pray to, it just seems too much to bear without a higher power.
Cas
